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Extreme Phone Sex – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.

That struck a nerve, and Hannah got upset. A tear, or twenty, rolled down her cheeks as she insisted, she never felt his cock and never was molested. I reminded her honesty is important, and the first step to being honest with herself is being honest with me. And if she can’t be honest with me, well, then I definitely owed my own honesty to her. Playing pretend and make-believe in such an expensive session would be unfair to everyone involved. And rude. And we don’t do unfair or rude on therapist Laylene’s couch. We do honest. Even when honest means using big words like molested.

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extreme phone sex

Extreme Phone Sex – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.

Anyway, where was I? Yes, night two. So, I ask Maggie, what happened? Well, she tells me, her uncle came over. Yes, and how did that make you feel? Butterflies, she says, and embarrassment for what I was wearing. What were you wearing? Jeans and a tee shirt, she tells me. Ah, I see, hardly the sort of clothing a temptress would wear to show her appreciation for such a fine suitor as her uncle. How did you fix this issue?

Well, Maggie says, I lost my jeans and my panties and put on my “special occasion” skirt and pulled it up high, so it was barely covered by jailbait ass. Her younger sister complimented Maggie for looking so cute – Maggie likes being a good example for her younger sister – and her father shot her a quick, knowing glance. And while that felt good, she really longed for the attention and compliment only her uncle’s hard cock inside her and rough, calloused hands molesting her tiny, cute body can give.

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Men are such losers. So lazy sitting around playing games all day. My boyfriend didn’t even want to get up to use the toilet. That is how he became mommy’s diapered gamer. I got annoyed with him having accidents. All the fucking time. And finding skid marks in his undies.

I was doing laundry. And every pair of boxers I picked up had long brown stains. I was disgusted. And to be honest tired of arguing about it.  I decided to diaper him right then. I marched right past him and out the door.

He didn’t even notice me leave. He was deep into his video game. And I was on a mission to find adult diapers. He’d had too many accidents wetting himself. Also the dirty drawers were a bit too much.

They wouldn’t even come clean in the wash. I ran into the local walmart and hurried to find a solution. Surprised at the huge selection of adult diapers. I guess there is alot of diaper boys out there.

I grapped a couple packs of the large ones. And headed up to the check out counter. To pay for them. I couldn’t wait to get back home.

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Daddy's gift gives this cash cow that warm feeling that only Daddy knows about.

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I can feel my Daddy’s presence in the room before I can even see him. The heat coming off of him while my back is turned against him, makes me weak in the knees. I can feel our special bond creeping up my thigh. His big green gift slides up my legs and slaps on the counter in all of its beautiful green glory. While my other gift fits perfectly against me for a little fun before we hit the town.

Seeing Daddy’s fat wallet drain throughout the night as I am wined and dined sends me into a fury hotter than fire. My green furry rips through me when the fresh scent of Daddy’s money finds its way to my nose. The fluttering of bills, while he counts to settle our bill, sends my little toes gripping up his pants and finding his perfect cock. Thanking him for taking care of his precious sugar baby.

 

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Using a Fucktoy

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Using a fucktoy can be taken all number of different ways. Me and Zoey are taking it to a whole different level and using YOU as our fucktoy and you aren’t allowed to stop or complain until we’re satisfied. And you better not cum without permission.

You signed up for this when you called us, and you better make it a good show. You don’t want to disappoint us, do you? Such a good little fucktoy. Now, show us those toys that you’ve got there and let us pick which one you should use first.

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Small Penis Humiliation – Yes Please!!

He called while I was laying in my bed watching a hot ass porn. It was a video called so I picked up. I was still rubbing my wet cunt when he appeared on the screen. I held the screen back further to try to see what was on my screen. When it came into focus, I busted out laughing. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. This dude was seriously stroking what looked to be no bigger than one of those fun-sized hot dogs. Think of a tootsie roll type size but definitely nothing fun about what I was watching. He was moaning and asked if I liked it. I laughed even harder. Do I like watching you look like an idiot jerking your tiny worm with your two fingers? Is that what you are asking?

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Hot Ass Sex

I have a hot-ass neighbor, a very distinguished older gentleman with a very boring wife. How do I know this you might ask? Well, the walls are thin in this condo, and I get to hear their boring fifteen-minute vanilla sex weekly. That is right, I said weekly. Every Sunday night is like clockwork and never during the week or any other time. I have watched as he checked me out in the hall and elevator, and I have always been curious as to what he was packing under his fancy suit. This morning I heard her tell him goodbye for the weekend as she went to her mother’s. Perfect opportunity for me and soon to be for you too.

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Small penis humiliation.

He came to me wanting to be dominated but I knew that wasn’t going to work so I decided I must break him. And break him I did. I removed my top, exposing my nice perky tits. I then told him I wanted him to strip for me. He was confused, of course. So I told him I wanted to see that tiny erect penis hiding under his boxers. Wanting to prove he wasn’t a little dick man he started to undress and stood in front of me in his boxers. Seeing his boxers stretched forward by his hard-on I said wow it does look like your dick wants to get out. Then I laughed and told him I could already see a wet spot. Is that pre-cum, I asked. Take off your boxers now, please.

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Deviant – Laylene – same thing really!!

Hold up – you gotta read part one first!!!! Click right here!!!

I saw one of my old girls last week. Kelly was her name. She came into view for just a second in an alley while on my drive to the gymnastics studio. Tracks on her arms, a 30 week bump on her belly, ten inch cock in her mouth, and a vacant stare on her face. If I had to guess each bob of her head on that strangers cock was worth two dollars, an impressive haul for such an unimpressive slut. I almost wondered what she’d be today if her mom and dad had been a little more careful.

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Losers – be sure to check out part 1 here and part 2 here before you go on.

I take out a pair of handcuffs, knee you in those swollen balls I’ve been working on at the table with the soft soles of my feet for an hour, and as you double over in pain I cuff your hands behind your back and around the assembly bar that runs behind the toilet. Looks like someone won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. I pull out a suction cup dildo, ten inches worth, and fasten it onto the stall wall, right at your mouth height. I yank down your pants and expose your embarrassing, leaking, excuse for a hard-on. I put a camera on the “feminine products” dispenser on the other wall of the stall and press record.

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